Page 33 of Strut

I was gone, lost again to the sweet taste of this complicated man. How had I ever walked away from him that night? I’d been a total idiot. I could’ve had this. For the last year, I could’ve hadthis.

Alec’s tongue plunged deep between my lips, sweeping through my mouth with a deep rumbling groan of satisfaction. And dear God, he felt bloody amazing. I ran my hands down the muscles of his long, lean back and gripped his arse, pulling him tight and grinding into him.

His hands dropped to my hips and his head fell back, his neck corded. “Oh, Jesus, fuck.” He arched into me, our cocks shoved together as he rocked back and forth. He gasped. “I wasn’t imagining it last time. You are so fucking hot.”

Last time.The thought jolted me, and I lifted my hands to either side of his face, bringing our foreheads together. “No.” I huffed against his lips as we rocked together. “Not like last time.”

His gaze locked on mine.

“Better. So much better. Last time I was a total jerk. This time, I’m not going anywhere.”

Alec’s eyes softened and a finger landed on my lips. He stepped back and sucked in a shaky breath. “No, you’re not.” He stared me down like he was daring me to disagree. “But I also don’t want the next time you make me come to be against yet another public wallandstill without seeing you naked. Can we manage that?”

I chuckled and reached for his hands, pulling him back to me. “I agree one hundred percent. Which leaves my apartment when we’re ready.”

He smiled and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Please tell me that won’t be long.”

I pushed the mussed hair from his face and brushed our noses together. “Just say the word.”

“Mmm.” He put a finger to his lips and pretended to think. “Well, I did swap my Friday bar shift for this Tuesday instead, just in case the Berlini thing ran late. And I’ve got no shift on Saturday because of the children’s charity event at six. Which leaves Friday night and Saturday morning completely and utterly empty. Whatever could we do to fill the time?”

Friday seemed a lifetime away, but it would be worth it. A whole night and morning with Alec in my bed? Sign me up. “Pack a bag. I’ll meet you after Berlini.”

“What an excellent idea.” He ran a single finger up my rock-hard cock and I almost saw stars. Then he tapped my balls with each word. “Five. Days. To. Wait.”

A frustrated groan escaped my lips, and I grabbed his wrist. “I’m either one tap away from fucking you in this stairwell or an embarrassing explosion. Take your pick.”

He smirked. “Well, we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

I palmed his dick through his tight jeans and squeezed. “Fair is fair.”

“Oh god.” His eyes rolled back and his forehead dropped to my shoulder. “On second thought, I think waiting is a bad, bad idea.”

I ran my nose through his hair and chuckled. “Nah. We’ve got this. You have the go-see to focus on and your bar shifts, and I’ve got a full week on the editorial shoot. Besides, when I get my hands on you, Alec, I want time, lots and lots of time.”

He lifted his lips to my ear and ran his hot hand under the hem of my T-shirt and around my waist to my back. “Jesus, you’re killing me here, Hunter.” He nibbled at my throat, turning my legs to jelly.

“Ditto.” I angled my neck to give him better access. “I’m gonna need more lube to get me through.”

He jerked back and eyeballed me. “Oh no, no, no. If we’re gonna do this, we’re gonna do it right.” He punctuated the next five words with firm kisses. “No. Getting. Yourself. Off. Before. Friday.” He winked. “Your cock is mine, mate.”

I’m pretty sure I gasped. “But—” I couldn’t even finish the sentence and stared at him, speechless.

He gave a wicked grin. “Trust me. It’ll make it that much better.”

I frantically shook my head. “No. No, it won’t. Because that would imply that I’ll still exist in sentient form by Friday and not have self-detonated from sexual frustration to become the thirteenth sign of the zodiac.” I thought for a second. “I’m gonna go with The Python.”

Alec laughed. “Drama queen.” His hand slid down to gently squeeze my dick. “And Python might be stretching things a little, just saying. Carpet snake at the most.”

I huffed indignantly. “Fuck you.”

“I’m hoping so.” He ran a lazy tongue over his lips and then smiled. “You’ll be just fine.” His gaze raked over me. “Youarefine. And I never said we couldn’t indulge in a little making out.” He pulled his lower lip between his teeth and waggled his eyebrows.

“True.” I flipped our positions and pressed him against the wall. “You’re very forward, considering this is our first date.

“Is that right?” Alec’s eyes sparked with humour. “But it’s not really our first date, is it?”

I looked at him, thinking of the last three days, and smiled. “No. I guess it isn’t. So, about some more of that making out shit?”

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